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>GOOD NEIGHBORS
by Lynn Lombard
"Hello," I said, after opening my front door to a stranger and a
little girl.
"Hi," the man said in a friendly voice as he proceeded to introduce
himself and his daughter. "I was looking at the land for sale next door
and was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."
I immediately offered to answer anything I could. After all, my
husband and I had been waiting for someone to become our neighbor for
more than a year.
Living out in the country has been a wonderful experience for me.
Many times, I think back to how it was when I was little, and we lived
in the suburbs. Our neighbor's house was less than 20 feet away from
ours.
If my dad came home late at night, the curtains next door would
gradually open, and the next morning something would be said to my dad
like, "Late night yesterday?"
My dad hated every minute of other people knowing, or wanting to know,
his business. Nosy, he would call them. But as a kid, it never bothered
me because I didn't know any other way of living.
In fact, I loved the older people on the other side of us. Mr. and
Mrs. B. were wonderful to us kids. I have many fond memories of my
sister and me eating breakfast with them before we walked to school.
I was entering the fourth grade when my parents decided to build a
house away from the only home I had ever known. It was a big change
having neighbors who were more than 150 feet away from us.
I no longer could walk to school, and the closest convenience store
was an inconvenient three miles away. But when my parents got home late,
no curtains were opened. No nosy busybodies. They had privacy at last.
I became accustomed to this way of living. That's why, once my
husband and I began thinking about building our own house, the suburbs
never entered our minds. When we bought our property, just miles away
from where we both grew up, open fields surrounded us. The closest
house was at the corner, 1,000 feet away. At first I liked the prospect
of having no immediate neighbors. Like my father, I love my privacy.
Many nights, though, if I came home by myself in the dark and my
husband wasn't home, I had visions of "Jason" hiding back in the woods
that bordered my property, hockey mask on, machete in hand.
I hated that there were no lights, and no "safe" place to run to
should there be an intruder in my home.
So I was thrilled when the friendly man came back a second time to let
us know that he had decided to buy the land.
Our neighbors finished building their house this summer, and it's been
a few months since they moved in. It feels wonderful to be able to wave
to them as they drive by. I enjoy yelling "hello" when I get home from
work if they happen to be out in their yard. It's especially nice to
watch their daughter and hear her laugh as she plays outside.
Just the other weekend, the belt broke on our lawnmower, and we
weren't able to finish mowing the front grass. We returned home later
that night to find it mowed. Our neighbor had finished it up for us.
Whoever said fences make good neighbors didn't have neighbors like ours.
-- Lynn Lombard
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>Let's all eat at Chick-Fil-A this week
Now the Socialists have targeted Chick-Fil-A, a Southern based
company with the below resume..
I think, I'll have a Chick-Fil-A sandwich tomorrow.
Chick-fil-A is an American success story. Founded by Georgian
entrepreneur Truett Cathy in 1946, the family-owned chicken-sandwich
chain is one of the country's largest fast-food businesses. It employs
some 50,000 workers across the country at 1,500 outlets in nearly 40
states and the District of Columbia ... The company generates more than
$2 billion in revenue and serves millions of happy customers with
trademark Southern hospitality.
So, what's the problem? Well, Chick-fil-A is run by devout
Christians who believe in strong marriages, devoted families, and the
highest standards of character for their workers. The restaurant
chain's official corporate mission is to "glorify God" and "enrich the
lives of everyone we touch.." The company's community-service
initiatives, funded through its WinShape Foundation, support
foster-care, scholarship, summer-camp, and marriage-enrichment
programs. On Sunday, all Chick-fil-A stores close so workers can spend
the day at worship and rest.
Over the past month, several progressive-activist blogs have
waged an ugly war against Chick-fil-A. The company's alleged atrocity:
One of its independent outlets in Pennsylvania donated some sandwiches
and brownies to a marriage seminar run by the Pennsylvania Family
Institute, which happens to oppose same-sex marriage.
In the name of tolerance, the anti-Chick-fil-A hawks sneered
at the company's main product as "Jesus Chicken," derided its
no-Sunday-work policy, and attacked its operators as "anti-gay."
Petition drives on websites are demanding the company change and
disavow their standards. Facebook users dutifully organized witch hunts
against the company on college campuses.
Progressive groups are gloating over Chick-fil-A's public-
relations troubles. This is not because they care about winning hearts
and minds over gay rights or marriage policy, but because their core
objective is to marginalize political opponents and chill Christian
philanthropy and activism.. The fearsome "muscle flexing" is being done
by the hysterical bullies trying to drive them off of college grounds
and out of their neighborhoods in the name of "human rights."
TO READ THE WHOLE ARTICLE:
HTTP://WWW.NATIONALREVIEW.COM/ARTICLES/258646/CHRISTIAN-BUSINESS-
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Please pass this on if you believe companies with Christian
principles have a right to freely conduct business in the U.S
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>Spooks, Skeletons, and Saints
(By Micca Monda Campbell)
[Edited]
"And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel
to every creature." Mark 16:15 (KJV)
Many Christians don't know what to do with Halloween. They wonder if
they should ignore it; protest against it; go along with it, or find
alternative ways to participate without offending their faith. We often
reason, nothing good can come from evil so why take part in this
holiday? Yet, Joseph tells us in the bible that what is meant for evil
God can use for good. In that case, Halloween can be an opportunity for
us to do good!
Some of you may be wondering if I've been living on a far away planet
unaware of what Halloween is. No, I'm very much aware of its meaning
and tradition. Before Christ, Halloween was part of the Celtic Feast of
Samhain. This Druid priest celebration commemorated the beginning of
winter. The Festivals consisted of animal sacrifices to the dead and
bonfires in recognition of departed souls. Those who participated in
the festival believed that goblins, demons, witches and elves were sent
from the world beyond to harass the living. For self-protection, the
Druid's would dress up like ghouls and goblins and involve themselves
in demonic activities. They believed participating in this way kept
them from being attacked by real witches and demons.
The early church responded by moving All Saint's' Day from spring to
fall and renamed it Hallows' Eve. In doing so, Christians used the
pagan festival as a catalyst in which to proclaim Christ's death and
resurrection. Halloween, for the early church, became a time to
evangelize. They took something evil and used it for good. We would do
well to follow their example.
Halloween is full of trickery and illusions about mystical powers and
the living dead. Christians today can use these illusions in comparison
to the truth that Jesus overcame the grave by the power of God and is
the true Resurrection and Life. Better yet, those who are in Christ
will also conquer the grave and live forever in the presence of God.
What good news to share on a dark day!
There are many ways to share the good news of the gospel. My church has
a Harvest Party on October 31 every year. The children play games and
collect candy while the adults enjoy hayrides and wiener roasts. The
most significant part about our party is the gospel room. This is where
a drama is presented sharing about the good news of Jesus Christ and
His saving power. One way for you to share Jesus with others is to
invite an un-churched family to your church's festival.
Another way to participate if you're a stay-at-home kind of person is
not to turn off the lights and hide as some of us tend to do. Instead,
be a shinning light on a dark night. Tie scripture or gospel tracks to
some candy and hand it out at your front door with Christ-like love and
joy.
If you have the gift of hospitality, then have a Harvest party at your
house. Invite friends, family, and neighbors to sit around a camp fire
or your living room floor and swap Holy Spirit stories rather than
ghost stories.
Halloween is not a time for avoidance. It's a time to communicate with
your children, family, and friends that, "yes," evil, death and the
grave are real, but through Christ, we are more than conquerors over it
all. What better time to share this good news with others then when our
minds are on such things? It's an opportunity to take something meant
for evil and use it for good.
"Dear Lord, Give me your perspective on Halloween. Help me to be a
shining light on this dark night by sharing about your saving power
with my children, family and friends, in Jesus Name, Amen."
Power Verses:
1 Corinthians 9:19 "Though I am free and belong to no man, I make
myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible." (NIV)
Mathew 5:13, "You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its
saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for
anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men." (NIV)
1 Corinthians 2:14, "The man without the Spirit does not accept the
things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to
him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually
discerned." (NIV)
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...My two cents...
As long as you teach your children properly, I see nothing wrong
with little ones dressing up like their favorite super heroes and
having fun on trick or treat night. I live between two churches and
both were host to handing out goodies of cyder, donuts, popcorn,
and hotdogs to all who came by dressed up or not no matter what their
age. It's a time we can celebrate the greatness of God and give Him
the glory for our bounty. Lots of loving and fun fellowship. Because
of the participation of these churches, everyone in my neighborhood
was smiling and happy and in an extra good mood. Children having a
good time with their parents. Nothing evil about that. Keep it Godly
and everyone can have a good time to the Glory of God.
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If faith in Christ is worth having, it's worth sharing.
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>Gone Fishing
(By Kirk Cameron)
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For years, I have been witnessing on camera (for "The Way of the
Master" television program) to hundreds on the streets, in malls, in
shopping centers, on planes, and in taxis. I've preached to thousands
in churches, universities, and outreaches, but I've never had the
courage to find a "fishing hole" in my own neighborhood and go there on
a regular basis.
I decided it was time. I scouted out my territory and asked the local
police station where teenagers hung out on a Saturday night. The
"Westlake Promenade" (a local outdoor shopping center) turned out to be
perfect--hundreds of high schoolers with nothing to do but stand around
and hope for something exciting to happen.
It was a Friday night, 9:30pm. I loaded up with tracts and went out
alone. I was very nervous. No cameras, no help, no encouragement from
my friends. I got talking to a group of junior high kids and brought
out the "Light Show" followed by a few trivia questions for them to win
a bit of Christmas cash ($1 for each correct answer). As I swung to the
subject of God, a little Indian Buddhist girl stepped forward and said
"So this is what you do now? You give people money so they'll stand
here so you can brainwash them?!" I felt sick. She might as well have
said "You're pathetic. I used to like you on TV, but not anymore
because you're bribing people to listen to your religious garbage." I
swallowed my pride for about 10 more minutes before I packed it in and
went home, licking my wounds. I felt terrible, as my fears got the best
of me that night.
I was determined not to be defeated by a shrimpy little girl, so I went
back the next night. Ray offered to come with me. This time it was
electric! Totally different and incredibly effective. I learned so much
that night about being bold, unashamed, and straight forward in my
approach. It made all the difference. About 20 teenagers soaked up
everything we had to say, took our literature, and thanked us for
talking with them about eternity. I left with evangelistic goose bumps.
The next weekend I was back. Alone again. Shared the gospel with about
15 more high schoolers getting out of a movie. They loved it--Million
Dollar Bills, trivia, and the Million Dollar Question: "Do you consider
yourself to be a good person?" Great debates, spirited conversations,
took them through the Law to the cross and they all took some "Save
Yourself Some Pain" booklets! I left clicking my heels with gratitude
for the seeds sown that night.
The next weekend I returned to the same spot with my pastor. In my car
we read Spurgeon's evening devotional:
...Jesus died for sinners, cannot we live for them? Where is our
tenderness? Where our love to Christ, if we seek not His honour in the
salvation of men? O that the Lord would saturate us through and through
with an undying zeal for the souls of men.
Thoroughly inspired, we talked to one group in the parking lot, two
groups in front of the theatre, and then... I panicked. In the distance
I could see that little Indian Buddhist girl standing on a bench in
front of her friends. I ducked behind a tree, but it was too late. She
spotted me, ran up and threw her arms around me and yelled in a mocking
voice, "Oh Kirk Cameron, where's my free Bible? I want a free Bible!"
After shaking off this little distraction (obviously a demonic dart to
discourage me again), Johnny and I shared with another group and prayed
with a young man to receive the Lord.
I am so thankful for the encouragement I've received to press on, get
back into the game, and never give up for the sake of the lost. I've
now found my own local fishing hole and I plan to be there every
weekend I'm in town. How about you? Do you have an hour to spare one
night a week for the sake of the lost in your neighborhood? Find out
where the fish congregate and go to them. May God bless you and help
you bring in a big one as you faithfully serve Him.
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>85 Years Old and 85 Pounds Story Editor:
by Barbara Kelman Joyce Schowalter
California, USA
My mother, Helen, lives at Golden Oaks, a board and care facility. This
is a private home inhabited by up to six elderly people and two
caregivers. It's a wonderful alternative to a nursing home for those who
cannot live alone and need more care than that provided in assisted
living.
Mom has had a hard time of it the past few years. She's 89, has had both
hips replaced, her gall bladder removed, has congestive heart failure
and has recently left the hospital after her third bout with pneumonia.
After being in the hospital for three weeks, she was weak and
disinterested in socializing with other Golden Oaks residents.
She mainly stayed in her room, watching TV or dozing. When she first
moved to California, mom kept me busy with requests for library books.
But for several months she hadn't been reading.
One of the other residents is Ellie, who's there for hospice care. This
means she's in the board and care to be kept comfortable until the end.
She was refusing all solid food. Although not terribly sick, she was
just waiting to die.
In February 2005 a new woman moved in. Jackie is a real live wire. The
day I met her she confided, "I'm 85 years old and weigh 85 pounds".
Sadly, Jackie is going blind. Her greatest concern is that soon she'll
be unable to read even large print books.
About a week after Jackie moved in, I found my mother, Jackie and Ellie
sitting in the living room playing gin rummy. They were talking and
having a great time. We'd brought over some Valentine candy, and all
three ladies had a couple of pieces of chocolate. Apparently Jackie is
the new "social director" of Golden Oaks. A few days later the three of
them played cards again.
Jackie was in my mother's room when I arrived a week later, with my
mother reading to her from a Danielle Steel novel they'd both read
before, yet were enjoying again. Jackie said she was training my mother
to be her eyes when she herself could no longer read. I suggested that
the caregivers bring Ellie in, and she too enjoyed the story.
Two weeks later things were really looking up! Mom called to ask me to
get new books from the library. Ellie started joining the rest of the
women for meals in the dining room. She was eating a little solid food,
looked a lot better, and no longer talked so much about her "six months
to live". Jackie was less depressed about her own situation, was eating
more and was "85 years old and 95 pounds".
I'm so grateful to Jackie for the new life she brought my mother and the
other ladies at Golden Oaks.
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>The most dangerous place:
abortion & the arts in Gotham City By Mark Ellis
The most dangerous place to be in America is not walking on the streets
of New York after midnight. New York City averages 400 to 500 murders
each year on or off the streets.
The most dangerous place to be in America is inside the womb of an
expectant mother in New York City, where 41 percent of pregnancies were
aborted totaling 80,629 in the last year statistics were available,
2009.
It is even more perilous to be inside the womb of a non-Hispanic Black
woman, with abortion rates of 59.8%.
In the Book of Jeremiah it says, Before I formed you in the womb I knew
you; before you were born I set you apart. And David praises God in
the Psalms, saying: You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise
you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are
wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the
depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days
ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to
be.
Most Christians believe human life begins at conception. But your life
began in the mind of God before conception. He knew your whole life
before you were born: your struggles, your cares, your woes, the things
you cherish, the things you hold dear.
He formed you with great care and tenderness in your mother's womb. With
creative genius and artistry beyond compare, he knit you together in the
secret, once-protected environment of the womb. Theologian R.C. Sproul
maintains that the reason life in the womb is so valuable why there is
dignity assigned to every human being is that we are made in God's
image. His imprint gives life its dignity. When God prints his image
on a human creature, that image is precious and sacred. It is almost
like a tiny self-portrait He is painting in the womb. When someone
willfully assaults that sacred space, while God is fashioning together
human life, He considers it an assault upon Himself and His creative
prerogative.
In addition to its horrific abortion rates, New York City is considered
the arts capital of the United States. I attend church in a community of
artists in Laguna Beach, California. My wife, Sally, is an artist. If I
walk into her studio while she is painting and interrupt her
concentration and creative process, she gets upset. Allow me to take
this a step further. Let's say it is 1658 and Rembrandt is in the
process of creating one of his famous self-portraits at his studio in
Amsterdam. The painting has a certain dignity because of the greatness
of its creator, one of the great artists of all time. It has his unique
imprint.
If someone burst into Rembrandt's studio, pushed him away from his
painting, and began to slash the canvas with a knife, how would the
artist respond?
More than 3,000 times a day in America such a scene unfolds in God's
studio, as His creation is slashed, burned, injected, suctioned
literally torn apart limb-by-limb. Then God's great artistic achievement
is thrown away.
R.C. Sproul has said, I believe that if the Christian community knew how
God felt about abortion, there would never be another abortion in this
country legally. Christians would turn this nation upside down. If I
know anything about the character of Almighty God, whose person and work
I have been studying for many years, I know that God hates abortion on
demand.
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THE POWER OF CHOICE
By: Joseph J. Mazzella
When each of us is born in this world we are given a very
special gift from God. This gift is more beautiful and priceless
than you can imagine. It has the power to transform your life and
the world around you. It has the strength to face any problems that
may come your way and overcome them. It has the energy and ability
to make you the person you always dreamed you could be. It has the
miracles and magic to fill your body with health, your mind with
peace, your heart with love, and your soul with joy. What is this
glorious gift from God? It is simply the power of choice.
One of the greatest days of my life was the day when I realized
that with my every choice I could choose love, joy, and oneness with
God, and then share them with the world. It was then that I saw the
infinite possibilities for peace, happiness, delight, growth, and
learning that existed in this life. It was then that I saw too how I
could be a powerful force for good in this world.
Don't ignore your own power of choice then. Use it, cherish it,
and allow it to help you be a powerful force for love, joy, and God
in this life. Use it to smile at your neighbors, hug your children,
and tell your family just how much you love them. Use it to watch
the sunrise, plant some flowers, and thank God for your life. Use it
to give to a charity, help a friend in need, or donate a pint of
blood. Use it to sing joyously, dance delightedly, and laugh happily
everyday. Use it to share the wisdom of your mind, the goodness of
your heart, and the strength of your soul with all who need them.
Use it to make yourself a better person, your neighborhood a better
community, and the world a better place. Use it to share your
talents with the world, your love with everyone everywhere, and your
joy with the entire universe. Use it to grow in oneness with life,
in oneness with others, and in oneness with God for all eternity.
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>~~ A Poem To Give You Goose Bumps ~~
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
"Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
"Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
"He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
"Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
"I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.
{author unknown}
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>Don't hope. Decide!
While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland,
Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear
other people talk about -- the kind that sneaks up on you
unexpectedly.
This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate
my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jetway, I
noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped
right next to me to greet his family. First he motioned to his
youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They
gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look
in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see
you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly,
averted his eyes and replied softly, "Me, too, Dad!"
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe
nine or ten) and while cupping his son's face in his hands
said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much,
Zach!" They too hugged most loving, tender hug. While this was
happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming
excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes
off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi,
baby girl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly
kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while
rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and
simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure
contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and
declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his
wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He
gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently
mouthed. "I love you so much!" They stared at each other's eyes,
beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an
instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of
their kids that they couldn't possibly be.
I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed
I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than
an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I
was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice
nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married? "Been
together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied,
without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face. "Well then,
how long have you been away?" I asked. The man finally turned and
looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. "Two whole days!" Two
days? I was stunned.
By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he'd been gone for
at least several weeks if not months. I know my expression betrayed
me. I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some
semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I
hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"
The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye,
and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me
something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope,
friend... decide!"
Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and
said, "God bless!" With that, he and his family turned and strode
away together. I was still watching that exceptional man and his
special family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me
and asked, "What'cha looking at?"
Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I
replied, "My future!"
Dream what you want to be..................
Make a decision where you want to go......................
Be committed to it and be what you wanted to be........
Because you have this precious life and chance to do all the things
you want in life.......!
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If you've learned to speak fluent English, you must be a genius! This
little treatise on the lovely language we share is only for the brave.
Reasons why the English language is so hard to learn:
1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.
5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to
present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13) The two were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail
18) After a number of injections my jaw got number.
19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests
21) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor
pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or
French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads,
which aren't sweet, are meat.
Quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is
neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write
but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?
One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? If you have a bunch of
odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call
it? Is it an odd, or an end?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian
eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do
people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send
cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man
and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your
house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by
filling it out, and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the
creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all.
That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the
lights are out, they are invisible.
P.S. - Why doesn't "Buick" rhyme with "quick"?
Contributed by Sermon Fodder member Rev Joseph S. Dye, Shiloh United
Methodist Church, Carrollton, Georgia 30117-6007
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; > / \ The New Marketplace: Are you using Yesterday's Mindset?
By Roy Williams
The last line in most TV or radio ads is usually a "call to action,"
right? Especially if the ad was produced locally:
"Hurry. These prices won't last long."
"Act Now. Offer expires soon."
"You must be present to win."
We say these things because we're trying to create a sense of
urgency. We want to see customers respond immediately, so we yank the
chain of self-interest. But the public is growing tired of having its
chain yanked. And for this reason, ads that attempt to create a sense
of urgency are becoming passť. We're developing an immunity to
ad-speak.
From the Great Depression through WWII, any product with the courage
to advertise relentlessly was assured a place in the national
consciousness. Mass media was cheap and all of America could easily
be reached by it. You had three TV networks, a local newspaper and a
small group of AM radio stations. Take your pick.
Then we tumbled into the 60s and advertising got creative. Along came
the 70s, FM radio arrived and right behind it, cable TV.
Babies born in 1980 emerged into a plastic world of flashing lights
and shallow hype. Cartoons like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were
interrupted by ads for the Popeil Pocket Fisherman and the amazing
Veg-O-matic. "It makes mounds and mounds of julienne fries! But wait!
There's more!" Disco music and line dancing and riding the mechanical
bull. Pop like a flashcube, baby. Then in 1983, Michael Jackson swept
the Grammies and Madonna leapt onto the charts with Material Girl.
"We are liv-ing in a material world. And I am a material girl."
Fast forward a quarter century: Never has a generation had so much to
do and so little time. We're drowning in recreational opportunities.
The Saturday morning cartoons of childhood blossomed into their own
round-the-clock cartoon network and the nightly news has become a
series of non-stop news channels. Comedy has its own non-stop comedy
channel, movies their own 24-hour movie channel and department stores
have morphed into a theme park of superstores known as Power Centers
where we can watch the retail giants slug it out for our
discretionary dollar: Circuit City vs. Best Buy. Linens'n'Things vs.
Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Lowe's vs. Home Depot, OfficeMax vs. Office
Depot, and PetsMart vs. Petco.
What is a citizen to do?
Those jaded infants of 1980 are turning 25 this year and they bring
with them a new sensibility: Use technology to block out a too-much
world.
1. Digital Video Recorders allow us to skip TV commercials.
2. Satellite radio and iPods allow us to hide from radio ads.
3. Video games allow us to run from reality as we withdraw into an
online world unreachable by modern advertising.
MMORPGs
(Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Games) like EverQuest and
WarCraft are a movie that never ends. The reality hook is that you
are connected with other people who know you only as you have chosen
to be known. Think of it as the ultimate costume party.
Did you know that you can type a text message on the keys of your
cell phone that will instantly appear on the cell phone of a friend?
This "instant messaging" is slow and laborious, but millions do it as
a way of showing courtesy to their friends. "Ring the phone when your
message can't wait, send a text when it can." Non-interruption is a
high value among the emerging generation and they're beginning to
spread an appreciation of it to their Baby Boomer parents as well.
Bottom line: Our growing immunity to ad-speak means that the
believability of ads that attempt to trigger urgency must be linked
to the credibility of your desperation. So how do you think these
"Hurry! Hurry!" lines are going to work in the future?
"Prices so low we can't say them on the air!"
"We won't be undersold!"
"Be one of the first 200 people through the door and receive a
free gift!"
The marketplace is changing far more quickly than is advertising.
Roy H. Williams
Author of the Wall Street Journal and New York Times bestselling
Wizard of Ads
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question for the man running the booth: "What do we have to draw?" She
thought she needed to draw a picture on the paper. -- Debbi Armstrong
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youngest son was 3. Brady understood death pretty well for a 3-year-old
because they had lost a few pets. One day as they passed by the
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fish!" -- Marlena Roye of Pampa, Texas
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got ready to take Megan's order she replied, "I don't want any of those
hush doggie things!" -- Laura Ellis of Elk Grove, California
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